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Raine,
it would appear to be a hazard of the job.” He was still talking in that taut,
reserved tone, the one that left her wondering what he was actually thinking.
Cash was used to more effusive entertainment types, which made Miles even more
of a curiosity.
    “Are you always this polite?”
    “I try to be,” Miles said, putting
his newspaper down entirely and finally endowing her with his full attention.
“It's a professional courtesy.”
    “Is it also professional courtesy
to tell people they deserve...” she trailed off. She'd started off strong, with
no idea that she'd be thoroughly unable to finish the sentence with his dark
eyes trained on her. The word 'spanking' just died on her lips before she could
say it. “Is it professional to talk to me like you did last night?”
    He caught her meaning immediately.
“It wasn't so much last night as a few hours ago,” he replied. “But that was
more personal than professional.”
    “A personal courtesy?”
    His lip twitched. “Something like
that.”
    “You're the weirdest man I've ever
met,” she declared.
    Miles smiled to himself as he
folded his newspaper into a tidy rectangle. “I'm not surprised to hear that.”
    Cash grinned as she took the
opening he'd left her. “Because you know you're weird?”
    A curt shake of his head dashed her
hopes for a point scored. “Because you're not old enough to have met many
people outside this fishbowl yet.”
    Cash felt heat suffuse her cheeks.
Not old enough to have met many people? How... She spluttered inwardly, quite
offended at the way he was brushing her off. “Don't patronize me,” she said,
“I'm old enough to have known plenty of men.”
    Miles glanced at her, then drained
his coffee. “My apologies, Miss Raine.”
    It wasn't a real apology. He was
treating her like a silly kid, someone who had to be managed, but not someone
to be respected. Cash narrowed her eyes as she poured herself some coffee. She
was mad, and insulted. Just because she wasn't fifty years old, he thought he
could talk to her like some naive brat.
    “Can I help you with anything else,
Miss Raine?” Miles asked the question as he stood up, his tall frame sending a
shadow over the breakfast table.
    “No.” Cash showed him she could be
just as curt as he.
    “Well, let me give you a little
advice, personal, not professional...”
    “Yeah?” She glared up at him, not
hiding her annoyance in the slightest.
    He looked at her coffee cup. “I
suggest you refrain from drinking that and go back to bed. You have a big day
ahead of you.”
    “I know what I have,” Cash said,
pounding the coffee back in one quick swig. She put the cup down on the table
and fixed him with a withering look. “You're new here. I'm not. This is how I
live. There's not a lot of time for sleeping. So I suggest you learn to keep
up.”
    Miles gave her one of those deadpan
looks as he replied. “I don't think I'll have too much trouble keeping up with
you, Miss Raine.”
    She met his hard gaze with one of
her own, but she couldn't help herself. A playful smirk crept across her face.
“Don't be so sure, Mr. Rock.”
    The conversation could have gone
anywhere, but they were interrupted by the slamming of the main suite door and
a cheerfully trilled, “Hey baby!”
    Cash bounded up from the table. She
was pleased to see Raoul, a tall, super skinny man who always wore copious
amounts of eye liner and who just happened to be one of the top choreographers
in Los Angeles. Cash ran across the suite and wrapped him in a hug.
    “Hey!”
    She was glad to be in the company
of someone she knew, glad to have a reason to escape Miles' increasingly
intense look.
    As usual, Raoul's outfit was
flamboyant. That morning he'd decided to put on a pair of yellow and black
striped tights and top it off with a loose fitting hot pink vest. His
fingernails were painted with a color Cash was sure would be called “frosting”
or something of that nature and his hair was swept back and